Alternate title: Dr. C and the tournament of the … doctors.
Rose bright and early for our daily visit to Dr. C to be probed and photographed (on the inside! eek! it hasn’t gotten old yet). Dr. C asked if I was “feeling ovulatory today.” Yes! I have been directing good, pro-ovulation thoughts all day. It’s hard work, too.
A brief panic when Dr. C adds “Oh, the follicle is collapsing.” What? Collapsing? Buildings collapse. Civilizations collapse. Tiny follicles do not collapse. Turns out it was her fun way of saying that it had an oval shape rather than circle shape. Really? Word choice. Please. My heart.
At the risk of way too much gross detail, the now oval-shaped follicle is big and strong, and it was ready to be injected with magic hormones. These magic hormones ensure that it is released in a timely fashion, ideally during business hours. I hear it’s more effective than our other option, pro-ovulation thoughts + prayer (probably not the best strategy for two atheists).
I survive my jabs (like a champ, no less), we celebrate by buying tickets to Thailand for tonight and eating CPK. (Yes, there is California Pizza Kitchen in Singapore. Globalization is magic.)
IUI planning is a bit of a math equation, but everyone has a different equation and very strong opinions that theirs is the only correct equation.
Bangkok clinic’s equation: 20+mm follicle + 11pm shot + 36 hours + IUI = BABY!
Dr C’s equation: 20+mm follicle + 8am shot + 24-48 hours + IUI = BABY!
These are different. See the differences? We got the 8am shot, so Bangkok clinic is not pleased. They have so far suggested that we (a) wait 50 hours to do IUI (not in anyone’s equations), or (b) cancel the entire thing. Checked back with Dr. C and she said that we could (a) wait 24 hours, (b) wait 36 hours, (c) wait 50 hours, and it wouldn’t matter. We tried to get the two parties to duke it out, but with no luck. Apparently they have other patients, or something.
Then there’s Google. Everyone on Google also has their own equation. 24 hours is the best! Oh, well you should do two IUIs, one at 12 hours and one at 36. You should have sex, then have an IUI, then have sex again. You should get your IUI while standing on your head and reading Shakespeare (okay, maybe not exactly that last one). Pages and pages of very specific anecdotes, which are especially unhelpful because not only is every person is different, only some people are going through the same procedure as us, and even fewer are going through the exact same procedure with unknown fertility background and no fertility drugs. So we have no idea.
On the other hand, this feeling of stress and uncertainty is familiar. We’re back at the place where we usually are – having absolutely no clue what is going on, wishing we had taken more biology/anatomy classes in college, and strongly desiring an authoritative pamphlet. There should be a pamphlet. (More on the general lack of pamphlets to follow, I promise.)